A/N~ Whooo. Go me! Finally got around to getting a new chapter out. Summer vacation is finally here so I'll be home a lot more which means…dun dun DUUUN…a new chapter just may come out sooner than they have before. I hope. Haha. Ok, so here goes!
Chapter 5-
"Yeah, um, I'll go get those." Sydney said, trying to keep a straight face. She quickly went for the cards as she wondered what game Sark is starting to play with her. She was sort of surprised that he had come to easily. These sort of actions are not very easy to compare with the personality she has seen Sark exude. 'I'll just play along with it for a little while.' she thought, picking up the cards, 'I just won't let him get the upper hand.' she smiled a bit before walking into the living room and sitting down on couch in front of a glass table.
"What game were you thinking of playing?" she asked, starting to shuffle the cards around.
She could hear Sark move towards the chair placed on the other side of the table, "How about a game of…"
Before Sark could finish his sentence, Sydney's cell-phone began to ring and she hurried to find it.
Picking it up off of the kitchen table, she answered it in an eager voice. "Hello?"
"Hey Syd."
"Hey Vaughn."
"We're going to be there soon, but it could be a few hours."
"Hours? Like how many hours?"
"I hate to say this, but at least 12. That's if we're lucky."
"Who else is coming?"
"Weiss and I. I wish I could talk longer, but the line is only secure for a little longer."
"Ok, bye Vaughn. See you…soon." Sydney nearly whispered into the phone.
"Bye." Sydney could only imagine what 12 hours, or more, with Sark will be like. Remembering the current situation, Sydney walked back into the living room to find Sark walking around the room slowly with his hands casually set behind his back.
"So when are your little CIA friends coming?" Sark questioned, lightly running his hands along a mahogany desk set by the window with various China plates on it.
"Vaughn said at least 12 hours," she answered, leaning once again on the opening between the kitchen and living room, "I'm going to take a shower." She didn't know why, but she didn't think that Sark would try to leave while he had the chance. The whole place was under surveillance on the outside and the phones have been tapped. She knew that Sark knew this as well, so she left Sark in the living room and headed to the pastel yellow colored bathroom.
She felt the water fall onto her as she ran her fingers through her hair.
'This is the only place I can find peace at.' she thought. She slowly closed to eyes, but only to see the sight of Sark on her couch as he had once done before. 'Why do I keep thinking of him? I mean, so he has those beautiful blue eyes…and blonde hair- no. I can't think of him like that!'
While Sydney fought her emotions, Sark kept himself busy with a game of solitaire. Glancing at his watch, he figured Sydney had been in the shower for at least 20 minutes.
"Women…" he said in a whisper, laughing just slightly. He heard the shower go off and soon saw Sydney re-enter the living room drying her hair with a towel.
"Are you winning?" she asked, plopping down in an over-sized chair.
"I always do Miss Bristow." he replied, trying to ignore the amount of laughter that was in that reply.
"I see…"
She thought she heard a small, and just easy enough to hear sigh of triumph from Sark as she saw him place the final king on top of the ace.
"So what is it that we're supposed to do until they get here?" Sark questioned, laying back into the couch.
"I'm not sure. I think the only thing we have are these." she informed him, gesturing towards the cards in front of her. "But you could always tell me more on what you want you want me to do and why…" she continued.
"Persistent as always, Miss Bristow." he said with a smirk.
"You bet." she answered, putting every ounce of confidence into the answer.
"Alright then. Where do we being?"
"Where we left off of course."
"Refresh my memory."
"Well, ok. What do you want me to do?" Suddenly, Sydney got an idea to show Sark her card skills from college while gaining more information.
Before Sark could say a word, Sydney offered him her deal, "We'll play a game of poker."
He raised his eyes in shock as she reached for the cards and began to shuffle them, waiting for his answer.
"Lets begin, shall we?" he stated, catching her glance when he shifted his position on the couch.
"And is this a simple game of poker? Or is there a small wager you'd like to place?" he asked, picking up the five cards she dealt to him and herself.
"Well…" she said slowly, "if I win the hand, you tell me one more thing about why you want my help and what you plan on doing. If you win the hand, you can ask me any question you like."
Now he was confused. Sydney Bristow had just allowed him to get any information he wishes. Well, at least he hoped so. He saw her look at him intently as she quickly ran her fingers through her now almost dry hair.
'She has such deep brown eyes. And her hair is just so flawless. If only I could run my hands through that hair-no. what am I thinking?! Just answer the woman!' Sark battled his simply insane emotions but managed to slip out a dry "ok."
And so the game ensued. Neither of them knew that the other was so good, but then again, they don't know much at all about one another.
"Full house beats pairs!" Sydney exclaimed, "I win!"
Throwing his cards down with a sigh, he hoped that the deal they had formed was suddenly forgotten. But luck was apparently not on his side at the moment.
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Chapter 5-
"Yeah, um, I'll go get those." Sydney said, trying to keep a straight face. She quickly went for the cards as she wondered what game Sark is starting to play with her. She was sort of surprised that he had come to easily. These sort of actions are not very easy to compare with the personality she has seen Sark exude. 'I'll just play along with it for a little while.' she thought, picking up the cards, 'I just won't let him get the upper hand.' she smiled a bit before walking into the living room and sitting down on couch in front of a glass table.
"What game were you thinking of playing?" she asked, starting to shuffle the cards around.
She could hear Sark move towards the chair placed on the other side of the table, "How about a game of…"
Before Sark could finish his sentence, Sydney's cell-phone began to ring and she hurried to find it.
Picking it up off of the kitchen table, she answered it in an eager voice. "Hello?"
"Hey Syd."
"Hey Vaughn."
"We're going to be there soon, but it could be a few hours."
"Hours? Like how many hours?"
"I hate to say this, but at least 12. That's if we're lucky."
"Who else is coming?"
"Weiss and I. I wish I could talk longer, but the line is only secure for a little longer."
"Ok, bye Vaughn. See you…soon." Sydney nearly whispered into the phone.
"Bye." Sydney could only imagine what 12 hours, or more, with Sark will be like. Remembering the current situation, Sydney walked back into the living room to find Sark walking around the room slowly with his hands casually set behind his back.
"So when are your little CIA friends coming?" Sark questioned, lightly running his hands along a mahogany desk set by the window with various China plates on it.
"Vaughn said at least 12 hours," she answered, leaning once again on the opening between the kitchen and living room, "I'm going to take a shower." She didn't know why, but she didn't think that Sark would try to leave while he had the chance. The whole place was under surveillance on the outside and the phones have been tapped. She knew that Sark knew this as well, so she left Sark in the living room and headed to the pastel yellow colored bathroom.
She felt the water fall onto her as she ran her fingers through her hair.
'This is the only place I can find peace at.' she thought. She slowly closed to eyes, but only to see the sight of Sark on her couch as he had once done before. 'Why do I keep thinking of him? I mean, so he has those beautiful blue eyes…and blonde hair- no. I can't think of him like that!'
While Sydney fought her emotions, Sark kept himself busy with a game of solitaire. Glancing at his watch, he figured Sydney had been in the shower for at least 20 minutes.
"Women…" he said in a whisper, laughing just slightly. He heard the shower go off and soon saw Sydney re-enter the living room drying her hair with a towel.
"Are you winning?" she asked, plopping down in an over-sized chair.
"I always do Miss Bristow." he replied, trying to ignore the amount of laughter that was in that reply.
"I see…"
She thought she heard a small, and just easy enough to hear sigh of triumph from Sark as she saw him place the final king on top of the ace.
"So what is it that we're supposed to do until they get here?" Sark questioned, laying back into the couch.
"I'm not sure. I think the only thing we have are these." she informed him, gesturing towards the cards in front of her. "But you could always tell me more on what you want you want me to do and why…" she continued.
"Persistent as always, Miss Bristow." he said with a smirk.
"You bet." she answered, putting every ounce of confidence into the answer.
"Alright then. Where do we being?"
"Where we left off of course."
"Refresh my memory."
"Well, ok. What do you want me to do?" Suddenly, Sydney got an idea to show Sark her card skills from college while gaining more information.
Before Sark could say a word, Sydney offered him her deal, "We'll play a game of poker."
He raised his eyes in shock as she reached for the cards and began to shuffle them, waiting for his answer.
"Lets begin, shall we?" he stated, catching her glance when he shifted his position on the couch.
"And is this a simple game of poker? Or is there a small wager you'd like to place?" he asked, picking up the five cards she dealt to him and herself.
"Well…" she said slowly, "if I win the hand, you tell me one more thing about why you want my help and what you plan on doing. If you win the hand, you can ask me any question you like."
Now he was confused. Sydney Bristow had just allowed him to get any information he wishes. Well, at least he hoped so. He saw her look at him intently as she quickly ran her fingers through her now almost dry hair.
'She has such deep brown eyes. And her hair is just so flawless. If only I could run my hands through that hair-no. what am I thinking?! Just answer the woman!' Sark battled his simply insane emotions but managed to slip out a dry "ok."
And so the game ensued. Neither of them knew that the other was so good, but then again, they don't know much at all about one another.
"Full house beats pairs!" Sydney exclaimed, "I win!"
Throwing his cards down with a sigh, he hoped that the deal they had formed was suddenly forgotten. But luck was apparently not on his side at the moment.
~~~
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